Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

When Madara and Hashirama finished drinking, the rain outside had become very light. It didn't matter whether they held an umbrella or not. They separated at the door of the izakaya, one facing east and the other facing west.

After walking out of an intersection, Madara saw Natsuki leaning against the wall to take shelter from the rain under the eaves of a closed store. There was no one else around but her.

Their eyes met, Natsuki quickly looked away, and showed a smile that seemed to be welded to her face. She seemed to be embarrassed, and said with a smile: "I just want to buy something. When I came out, Mito and Mooka left them behind." I am leaving.

"..."

Madara wanted to tell her that she was going in the wrong direction, and Hashirama's home was in another direction, but he still didn't say the words.

Maybe it's because she has a poor sense of direction, or maybe she's in a strange place and can't remember the way. In short...

He sighed and said in a deep voice, "I'll take you back."

Natsuki didn't move and stared at him blankly. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew and blew down the wooden sign placed under the eaves of the store. The wooden sign fell to Natsuki. She came back to her senses and just wanted to take precautions. She saw an arm blocking the middle of them when the wooden sign was a few centimeters away from her. The wooden thorns on the edge of the wooden sign dug into the back of Madara's hand. After straightening the wooden sign, she saw the blood beads on the back of his hand.

"It's bleeding," Natsuki muttered as she looked at it, "I bandaged you, I put a bandage on, and..."

"There's medicine too, right?" Madara stared at her and asked.

The woman who was looking down at the medical bag she brought with her suddenly raised her head and looked at him in shock.

"It was you, right? You were the one at that time."

"..."

"You are the one who bandaged my wounds and treated me with medical ninjutsu."

"Can't you see clearly?"

After asking this question, Natsuki frowned. This was a self-inflicted mistake.

Madara smiled, "It was precisely because I couldn't see clearly at the time that I paid special attention to the sound. I have always remembered your voice. After all, I listened to it for two whole days."

"..."

"It's really ridiculous. The person who saved me at that time was actually a member of the Thousand Hands clan." He sighed.

It was his first bloody battle with the Senju as an adult. Hashirama forced him to use the kaleidoscope. He had just opened his eyes and was unable to use his pupil power frequently. The injury also damaged his vision.

He didn't know how he escaped into the cave. He was waiting for his tribe to find him, or for the Thousand Hands to find him first and then kill him.Unexpectedly, the first person to discover him was a woman who appeared on the battlefield to collect medicine. Now it seems that her excuse at the time may not be true.

He couldn't see her face clearly, but could vaguely see a shaking figure. He was wary of her approach, but he smelled the laborious smell of medicinal herbs on her body.

She looked at him who was covered in blood and looked very worried. She seemed to be afraid of him but couldn't help but get close to him. She said, "You are seriously injured. Don't move. I can bandage it for you."

He refused, but heard her say again: "Your eyes are bleeding, are you injured too?"

Without comment, some warm liquid flowed out of his eyes. It was not tears, it must be blood.

"I have bandages and medicine, it's okay..." She reassured him.

Madara had never heard such a sweet and gentle voice, and it still contained some timid fear. He was thinking that he must look terrible at this moment, and he must have scared her.

He heard the sound of the woman pulling the bandage. She was very close to him and said in a small voice: "I will save you, don't be afraid..."

It was strange, listening to her voice and feeling her soft and warm fingers busy around his wound. Gradually, the muscles in his body that were tense due to caution slowly relaxed. He didn't say anything more, just kept quiet. Let her heal.

He had multiple injuries all over his body, and she used up all the few bandages she had. In the end, the injury on his leg was even bandaged with a woman's skirt. Madara felt the bandages wrapped around his body, and he thought he should be wrapped It has to be like a zongzi.

Cumulonimbus clouds accumulated heavier and heavier in the sky, and eventually it started to rain as if it could not bear the weight. The rain trapped the two of them in the cave at the same time. There was no dry food or military ration pills around them, so the woman fed them some. Give him wild fruits to satisfy his hunger.

She didn't seem to be afraid of him anymore, she was smiling and talking to him while feeding him.

"These wild fruits are originally meant for my brother to eat, so... I'd better share them with you first."

"My brother is very sensible and always helps me a lot. This is a reward for him."

Brother, at that time Madara was thinking how worried Izuna would be if he disappeared.

He couldn't help but say, "I also have a younger brother, who is more naughty and dependent on me..."

The woman smiled and encouraged him: "In this case, I must get well soon for my brother's sake."

For his younger brother, yes, he lived for his younger brother, and for the sake of his tribe, he opened the Mangekyo Sharingan. As long as he gives time, he will be able to use it skillfully, and he will definitely be able to defeat Hashirama, for sure.

Both of them deliberately avoided their identities, and it didn't matter. They met by chance and soon separated again. Who they were and what family they belonged to seemed to be temporarily ignored.

They stayed together in the cave for two days. During these two days, Madara's eyes were always wrapped with bandages. He couldn't see them, so he remembered the woman's voice with his heart. Her voice was sweet and soft, like a fluttering feather.

He was thinking that this woman must be very beautiful.

What should she look like, what kind of eyebrows, what kind of nose, what kind of mouth?

But after all, he didn't even see her face.

When the rain began to clear and the woman bid farewell to him and left, Madara couldn't care less and tore off the bandage on his eyes. He staggered to the entrance of the cave, but only vaguely saw the woman's white back. , a few petals of the mountain cherry blossoms on the top of the cave were blown off by the wind, and fluttered on Madara's shoulders, and a few petals were blown far away. Madara stretched out his hand, and a few petals remained in his palm.

At that time, he stood there for a long time, wondering if he could see her again. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize her face.

No, he shook his head, yes, his memory is surprisingly good, he remembered her voice, sweet and soft, swaying and gentle like a feather.

He had not said his words of thanks before, but if he saw her again, he would say it to her personally.

But so much time has passed since they said goodbye. She has not changed, her voice is still the same, and her appearance is not much different. She is still the slim and slender figure in his vague memory.

She was actually the sibling sister that Senju Hashirama was once proud of and wanted to hide. She felt like she was being tricked by fate.

Natsuki took out the bandage from the medical bag, but saw that Madara had already retracted his hand. She glanced at him and lowered her eyelids, giving people the illusion of resignation. He frowned and thought, maybe the days in Daming Mansion are just like this. Just accept it and get through it day by day.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Little did he know that it was because of the Hashirama cells in his body that this small injury had begun to repair itself.

"Okay, I'll take you back."

The rain stopped, and Natsuki put away the umbrella and took it in her hand.

Madara turned around and walked in front, and Natsuki followed closely behind him three steps away.It was getting late, and most of the shops had closed. Except for a few bright street lights, the shopping street looked extremely dark.

Both of them were not good at words, and no one took the initiative to start a fight. Madara had walked this road leading to Hashirama's house countless times. Wherever there were raised rocks or small puddles, he Even with your eyes closed, you can tell that Natsuki behind him was kicking deep and shallow, and he was following in a bit of a panic.

Madara glanced behind him from the corner of his eye. He pursed his lips and stopped. The person behind him only looked at his feet and bumped into his solid back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that..." Natsuki immediately blushed and backed away, keeping a suitable distance.

Madara sighed slightly and said softly: "Give me the umbrella."

"Eh?"

Want an umbrella?

Natsuki looked at the sky. Although there were leaden clouds, no raindrops were falling. At this time, Madara stretched out his hand to her, so she had no choice but to hand him the umbrella.

Madara held the tip of the umbrella, pointed the umbrella handle towards Natsuki, and said, "Hold it."

Natsuki held it by mistake, Madara glanced at her, turned around again and started walking away.

This time, he deliberately slowed down his pace. He walked in front and held her with an umbrella. When she encountered a puddle or a rock, he would make a sound to remind her to pay attention to her steps. They kept walking, one behind the other. Arriving outside Hashirama's house.

"Thank you," Natsuki thanked him with a smile.

Madara shook his head, "I should have said this, but it's a little late."

Natsuki shook her head with a smile, her ponytail swaying slightly with her movements, "No, it's never too late to say thank you."

"..."

Looking at her, Madara didn't know what to say. If he had known it earlier, there might have been other stories. But now, he was no longer a teenager, and time was really a scary thing.

After Madara left, Natsuki stood on the doorstep and kept looking at him, watching his back gradually disappear into the night, and also slowly disappear into her heart.

It turns out you're not dead, well, that's good.